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He grabbed her hips tighter; it was sudden as he growled in the back of his throat. His face showed he was feeling the same thing that she was seconds away from. When he pushed his hips up toward her one last time, she reached that height. She stilled above him, letting the pleasure wash over her body from where they were connected.
It took some time for them both to come down from their high. They were panting, their bodies beaded with sweat, as she leaned down toward him and placed a kiss to his lips.
“Maybe I’ll quite like being married after all,” he said when she parted from his lips. She tapped him around his shoulder in reprimand, earning a deep chuckle that vibrated through her core. She actually agreed with him.
* * *
“No, not again,” Antony said, looking up from his desk. Hermione stepped into the study and closed the door behind her, feeling mischievous, something he must have been able to tell from the smile on his face.
“No, not what again?” she asked, supposedly innocently as she turned the key in the door.
“You think I cannot see you locking my door?” he asked with a laugh.
“Does it matter if I did?” she asked shrugging, walking toward him.
“I have ruined one of your dresses already today,” he said. “I do need to get this work done.” Hermione was not put off as she crossed the room toward him. The memory of that morning was burned on her mind; she knew she would never forget it, but she already wanted to relive it.
“Besides, you’ll be sore,” Antony said, pretending to be interested in the paperwork on his desk.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, coming around to his side of the desk and perching on the edge. He looked up from his paperwork, his eyes no longer on his work, only on her. “Bored of me already?” she teased.
“Not in the slightest.” He hooked an arm around the side of her waist and urged her to slide along the table until she sat where his work had been before, in his way. He stood up and closed the distance between them, kissing her. With the simple action, she could feel those thrills spiraling down in her stomach, making a pool develop between her legs. She parted her legs around his hips, showing exactly what she had in mind. He laughed at the movement. “You are too tempting.”
“Then do not resist.”
“I must for two reasons,” he said, not stepping back from her though he leaned a little more away. “The first is that you will be sore. I will not hurt you.” She sighed and dropped her arms from his shoulders.
“Even if I am prepared to take that risk?”
“Even so,” he said with a smile. “The second reason is I do have business to attend to.” He reached for a bundle of letters that were by her side and picked one up from the top, pulling open the letter and breaking the wax seal.
“You have just told me you love me; can you blame me for not wanting to leave your side so soon?” Hermione asked, watching as he stayed firmly between her legs.
“I know,” he said, still smiling at her. “Believe me, I want the whole evening with you too, but my steward tells me that my correspondence will not reply to itself. I must do it.”
She huffed a little and folded her arms, which made Antony chuckle even more. He bent open the letter in his hands, reading it and then frowned a little.
“Maybe I’ll just stay here and distract you through your correspondence,” she said mischievously.
“I rather like the idea to be honest,” he said, flicking his gaze back up to hers as she hooked one of her legs around his hips. He growled in the back of his throat and laid one hand down to her thigh, holding her to him, before he returned his focus to the letter in his hands. “Ah.”
“Ah what?” she asked.
“That’s annoying,” he grimaced as he read the letter. “It seems we are to have a visitor in a couple of days.”
“More distractions to keep you away from me then.” She put upon a dramatic smile with the words, earning another laugh from him.
“Sadly, it would seem so,” he said. “It is an old university friend of mine. He is coming to stay in a couple of days, he says. Well, I know very well what he’s after.”
“What is that?” Hermione asked.
“Money.” Antony tossed the letter down on the desk beside her. “He is always after a loan. Usually he repays them in time, so I do not mind giving him the loan too much.”
The mention of money reminded Hermione of her father. She had to warn Antony of what her father had said, surely now was the time for that.
“Lord Lulworth is usually occupied with some gambling debt or another, so it shouldn’t surprise me,” Antony said distractedly. The name mentioned tore Hermione’s thoughts away from money and her father.
“Did you just say Lord Lulworth?” she asked in panic. “As in…Viscount Leopold Lulworth?”
